Sunburned in San Diegobyalexbernaise©
Julie Mc Adams leaned against her kitchen table and sipped a glass of iced tea as she flipped through her mail. Between the T.V. Guide and the electric bill was an envelope with a return address from Phoenix, Arizona. Tossing the other mail aside, Julie took the letter into her bedroom where she sat down on the edge of the bed to read it. The letter was in reply to a personal ad she'd placed in a magazine called, "Hands On" two months earlier. Her ad read:
"Got a hand that's just itching to spank a naughty bottom?
Attractive single lady 37, short black hair and hazel eyes, seeks firm-handed woman 30-45 for casual O.T.K encounters.
Role playing optional. Sense of humor and discretion a must!"
Write c/o JM in San Diego,CA."
"Dear JM," the reply began. "I'm a social worker here in Phoenix.
I'm 39, nice-looking and physically fit with blue eyes and curly auburn hair. I am recently divorced and have fantasized for years about spanking other women. Work keeps me in town most of the time, but my weekends are free for travel. I'm sending you a S.A.S.E. so that you can reply. If you're not interested, simply mail the envelope back to me. I'll understand.
Otherwise, I hope to hear from you soon. Sincerely, R.W."
The letter writing went on for another month. They exchanged stories and photographs and told each other their real names. R.W.'s was Rachel Walker. Then one of Rachel's letters included her phone number. The night after receiving the letter, Julie called Rachel.
"This is Julie from San Diego."
"Oh. Hi, Julie! I'm glad you called!"
"Are you free to talk?"
The conversation was like that of any other two people for about five minutes. Then Rachel ventured past the bounds of the weather and other pleasantries.
"So, how did you get interested in spanking?"
"I'm not sure when the seed was first planted." Julie said.
"Both my parents spanked me at one time or another, but I certainly didn't attach any enjoyment to that! Then one day, when I was fifteen, I was watching Monty Python and The Holy Grail on t.v. with my boyfriend and there was this scene where all these women in a convent were begging Sir Galahad to spank them."
"I love that scene!" Rachel said. "It's so hot!"
"I know! I couldn't understand it, but the idea of all those women wanting a spanking gave me this funny feeling inside."
"What did your boyfriend think of the scene?" Rachel asked.
"He just laughed."
"Did you tell him how you felt?"
"Oh, no!" Julie said. "I was too shy. We hadn't even kissed. I wasn't planning on ever telling anyone about it! But the next summer, I went to cheerleading camp and things changed. There was this beautiful girl with long blonde hair. Her name was Heather. She was captain of my squad and was always getting on us about being on time for practice. Without thinking much about it, I suggested spanking as a punishment for tardiness."
"Then you showed up late all the time."
"Every chance I got! Now, I wasn't generally interested in girls back then, but Heather had the prettiest face and the silkiest thighs I had ever seen. I found myself daydreaming about laying across them all the time. One afternoon, when I'd been twenty minutes late, Heather had me stay after practice. She said she'd decided to take me up on my spanking idea. I followed her into a wooded area in back of an empty baseball field. She sat down on a fallen tree and reached out and took me by the wrist. Then she yanked me to her side and without a word grabbed the elastic band of my shorts pulling them down to my knees. My panties went with them. I could feel goose bumps rising up on my legs and arms as she hauled me over her lap. She didn't waste any time. The spanking started fast and hard and it stayed that way until it was over. It couldn't have been more than two minutes, but I'll never forget it! I can still remember the feeling of the cool air on my bottom just before the first swat landed and the sound of her hand smacking my ass over and over. And I know it sounds funny, but I'll never forget the smell of the juniper berry bushes that surrounded us. That was the first of many spankings I got from Heather that summer. For the next three weeks, she toyed with me at every opportunity. She'd give my ass a hard smack when nobody was looking and I mean a slap that would lift me off my feet! One day, in the shower, she hauled back and gave me such a swat that I had to cover my mouth to keep from crying out. She'd stand right behind me during exercise and whisper:
'In ten minutes, those shorts are coming down!'
It was a little bit frightening at times, but I couldn't resist her. She had me under a spell. Whenever we could get away together and find a private spot, it would be only seconds before Heather had me pinned over those heavenly legs with my gym shorts around my ankles. Man! Could she spank hard! I remember standing up at the back of the bus all the way home."
"What turned you on the most?" Rachel asked.
"When she took me by the wrist. That's when I really got weak in the knees. Ever since then, I've loved that moment just before a spanking when I get taken by the wrist and bent over. Most people don't get that it's the details that can make or break a spanking scene. It's the way someone scolds me- the way they pull my panties down. There's so much more to it than just the spanking itself. If all I wanted was to get my ass slapped, I'd be a waitress at a truck-stop!"
The two of them laughed.
"All right, what was your first experience?" Julie inquired.
Rachel took a deep breath and began.
"I was in college. I was a freshman and I met this other freshman girl in a chemistry class. Her name was Masami. She was very American, but her parents were from Japan. I've always been attracted to Asian women. Anyway, we became fast friends. I couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be flirting with me at times. One night, I went over to her dorm room to study and talk. The first thing I noticed when she invited me in was that on the wall over her bed was a poster of a woman spanking another woman. I didn't say anything at first, but eventually I had to ask about the woman being spanked. 'That's Betty Page.' she said. 'Isn't she beautiful?' I took a long hard look at the picture. It was black and white and had a very early fifties look to it. This tall woman holding a hairbrush had another woman in a black bra and panties over her knee. The young woman getting spanked had long, silky black hair, just like Masami's.
'I wish I were her.' Masami said, looking at the poster.
She told me she'd found a hairbrush just like the one in the picture. Then she went into the bathroom, brought it out and handed it to me. It was this heavy oak brush which I patted against my palm a few times. I asked her if she had ever been spanked with it. She told me that she'd smacked herself with it a few times, but that was all. We both stood there for a moment, looking at each other. She took her hair out of the ponytail it was in and let it fall freely around her shoulders. We started to take off each other's clothes. When we were both down to our underwear, like the women in the photo, I took a chair from behind a nearby desk and sat down. Masami carefully slid over my lap. As I took hold of the top of her panties, she arched her hips so I could slide them down past her thighs. She had the loveliest bottom. It was small and round and so soft! I ran my hand over her perfect cheeks for at least a minute. I almost didn't want to spank them. You know, the way a cake is sometimes so beautiful you nearly hate to eat it. But then I raised the brush and gave her perfect ass a smack. She jerked and gasped, yet I could tell that she wanted more. So I hauled back and began giving her a real bottom blistering with that brush. She was kicking and crying before I was done. At any moment one of her room mates might have walked in on us, which only added to the excitement. Afterward, I stood her up and we kissed for the longest time. We took off our remaining clothes and laid down on top of the covers wrapped in each other's arms. It was so..."
"Beautiful!" Julie sighed.
There was long moment of silence before Rachel spoke again.
"Listen... I want you to say something for me."
"All right." Julie said, softly.
"I want you to say 'bare'."
"Good. Now say 'bottom'."
"Now I want you to say, 'I'm going to get my bare bottom spanked.'"
"It's so embarrassing." Julie giggled.
"I know. It's delicious, isn't it?"
"It's deliciously humiliating. My face is warm."
"Yes. Yes, I am."
"What are you thinking about right now?"
"I'm bent over. All the blood is rushing to my head and your hand is all over my ass.... caressing... squeezing."
"Then you tell me I've been very bad and that you're going to spank me."
"Do you want me to spank you?"
"I need you to! I need your hand! I need to be over your knee!"
"Or maybe I'll bend you over a chair."
"No! Over your knee, please! It's where I belong! I want to feel your thighs against mine!"
"What a naughty girl!"
"I'm the naughtiest girl in the world! The question is- when are you going to come to San Diego and do something about it?"
"All right. When are you free?"
"This weekend would be good, only..."
"I have to work Saturday morning."
"Okay, let's do it this way- I'll call and make reservations at a hotel for the weekend, then I'll fly into town Saturday night and stay over. Sunday morning I pick you up and you can show me the town. Then, if everything goes well, we can go back to the hotel and play some games."
"I don't really think games will be necessary."
"You know what I mean. I'll call you Friday night and we'll work out the details. Now, come on... say it for me."
Julie hesitated a moment, then spoke slowly in a girlish manner.
"I'm going to get my bare bottom spanked."
Saturday evening, Rachel boarded a late flight from Phoenix to Lindbergh Field in San Diego and spent the remainder of the night at a hotel in La Jolla.
Sunday morning found Rachel and Julie strolling through Balboa Park and the San Diego Zoo. In the afternoon, they drove back to La Jolla and walked along the beach. It was a lovely day marred only a few times by bratty behavior on Julie's part. When it came time to leave the zoo, she threw a temper tantrum claiming she wanted to stay longer. On the way to the beach, she insisted on having the windows down even though Rachel, who had rented the car, wanted them up. And at the beach, she continually kicked sand at Rachel. This was the only time that Julie got a verbal warning.
"Young lady, I'll take you over my knee and spank you right here in front of everybody!" Rachel said well within earshot of several sunbathers, causing Julie to blush openly. "I think it's time we go back to the hotel." Rachel added quietly.
Julie bowed her head, nodding in agreement.
As the two women entered the air conditioned hotel room, Julie meekly stated the obvious.
"I'm going to get it, aren't I?"
"Oh, yes!" Rachel said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and motioning for Julie to approach. Julie walked slowly to the bed. Rachel snapped her fingers. "Take off that dress." As soon as Julie had taken off her simple sun dress, Rachel grabbed it and tossed it aside. "Now the bra." Julie removed her bra which was also tossed to the floor. "And those shoes." Julie kicked off her shoes and awaited further instructions. Saying nothing, Rachel grabbed Julie's peach colored panties by the waistband at each hip and yanked them down to her knees which were just then beginning to shake. The cool air rushed across Julie's ass cheeks. She became dizzy and her mouth went dry. The uncertain feeling in her stomach that came whenever Heather had taken her by the wrist had returned. And, for the first time in years, Julie McAdams was all goose bumps.
"Bend over!" Rachel barked. Her voice was like a starter's pistol. Julie's body jerked and she obeyed the command. She bent forward, carefully placing her hands on Rachel's right thigh and knee, then on her left thigh and knee and then on the floor, all the while lowering herself until her midsection was balanced across Rachel's lap. "By the way," Rachel said as she ran a hand across Julie's round white cheeks. "I think from now on you should address me as ma'am when you're being punished. What do you think about that?"
"All right." Julie agreed.
Her bottom was immediately given a sound smack.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I- I- I mean yes, ma'am." Julie stammered.
"Good. Let's begin."
Rachel unceremoniously lifted her hand and began slapping Julie's ass with gusto. There was no warm-up or teasing, just a sound spanking that had Julie flinching and wincing from the start. The strokes were swift and hard. The pace of the spanking increased and decreased only slightly as it was administered. Rachel's style was methodical but far from machine-like. The slaps were consistent and yet some were clearly more vindictive than others. Julie's bottom was being brought to a rosy glow by the hand of a woman who knew how to do it. Julie gritted her teeth and managed not to cry out even though the assault on her backside was terribly painful and humiliating. Thoughts of her days at cheerleading camp flashed through her mind, she could almost smell the juniper berries. She even feared that she might call out Heather's name. And, just like those camp encounters, it was all over too soon.
"Stand up." Rachel commanded. Julie pushed herself from Rachel's lap and stood at her side. The peach panties slid down to her ankles. "Are you going to start behaving yourself, now?"
"Yes... for now." Julie said coyly.
Rachel reached back and gave the vixen's bottom a hard slap.
Julie yelped and arched her hips forward.
"What was that?!"
"Yes, ma'am." Julie gulped politely.
Rachel stood, walked over to a closet and took out a white cotton bathrobe. She noticed that Julie was rubbing her bottom and trying to look back and survey the damage.
"How's that fanny feeling?" Rachel asked, slinging the robe over her shoulder.
"Well-done!" Julie replied with a smirk. "Care to kiss it better?"
"I'll tell you what," Rachel smirked back. "I'm going take a shower and wash some of this sand off. I want you to stand here with your panties around your ankles and think about what a naughty girl you've been. If I come back and find you standing right where I left you, we'll go out and have a nice dinner. If I come back and find you anywhere else, it's another trip over my knee." Rachel pointed a threatening finger. "And next time won't be so much fun!"
With that, she went into the bathroom and closed the door.
As soon as she heard the shower being turned on, Julie kicked off her panties, ran to the full-length mirror on the closet door and turned around to her look at her backside. Her bottom was perfectly pink, not splotchy or uneven anywhere. It was as if she'd gone to the beach and gotten a sunburn, but only on her bottom. It was a work of art. Julie threw herself onto the bed and closed her eyes. She couldn't stop smiling or thinking about what a perfect paint job she'd just had applied to her back porch. Soon her hands wandered down below her waist. She fingered herself and thought about how easily she'd been taken over Rachel's knee and about Rachel's firm thighs and even firmer hand. The feeling of her hot, stinging ass cheeks against the coarse lining of the bed cover spurred her on. The faster she rubbed herself on the bedspread the deeper she plunged her fingers. She became so involved with herself, she didn't notice that the shower was no longer running and a minute later, when Rachel swung the bathroom door open, Julie was genuinely surprised.
"Well now, what do we have here?" Rachel said, folding her arms.
"Oops! Looks like you caught me!" Julie shrugged her shoulders and tried to smile.
Rachel tightened the knot in the belt on her robe and quickly advanced.
"All right, get up!" This time, Rachel took her by the wrist, a detail that sent a shiver up Julie's spine. She pulled Julie from the mattress and over to a nearby chair. Rachel turned the chair outward and sat down. "I guess you didn't get the message earlier."
"Oh, I got it! I was just hoping to get it again!"
"As you wish!" Rachel said, tossing Julie's naked form across her lap. She took a large wooden hairbrush from a pocket in her robe, lifted it up high and without further warning began to give Julie a harsh spanking with it. Julie's body shuddered at the first few blows. Her buttocks tensed and she let out a high-pitched squeal which was unusual for her. This was her first serious encounter with a hairbrush and she wasn't prepared for the sharp intensity of the swats. Rachel could sense this and in between the stinging blows she glibly lectured her partner. "Listen up, Miss McAdams!" WHACK! "Things are going to be different when you're with me!" CRACK! "Get it?" SMACK!
"Yes!" Julie gasped in between swats.
"What was that?!" Rachel brought the brush down across Julie's bottom with a resounding slap.
"Ooh! I mean no! I mean, yes ma'am!"
Rachel switched the brush to her left hand and began massaging Julie's ass cheeks with her right. She lightly ran the nail of her middle finger between those hot swollen cheeks and then patted them lovingly a few times.
"You know, I don't plan to be this severe every time I punish you." Rachel cooed. "After all, the threat of a spanking can be nearly as thrilling as the actual execution. However," she paused. "When I warn you that your behavior is going to get your ass in trouble and you choose to ignore me..." Julie peered over her shoulder to see that the brush was back in Rachel's right hand which was raised on high. Julie turned away and tried to brace herself for what was to come, which was the hardest swat Julie's bottom had ever received. After that, the spanking became fast and frenzied. Rachel swung the brush in rapid circles, like a Ferris wheel out of control. Each rotation of her wrist bringing another dose of misery to her young companion's quivering buns. Julie was kicking now. She gripped a chair leg with one hand, clawing at the carpet with the other. Tears were streaming down her burning face. She tried to cry out, but found to her amazement that in the excitement of what had become the spanking of a lifetime, she had developed an uncontrollable case of the hiccups. Every time she opened her mouth to beg for mercy she could only gulp air.
"Could anything be more humiliating than this?" she thought as the spanking reached its climax. "Could anything be more intoxicating?"
Just as Julie's hiccups subsided, so did her punishment. Rachel tossed the hairbrush on the bed and immediately grabbed hauled Julie to her to her feet.
"Now, am I going to have to use that brush again on this trip?"
Julie, who was sobbing uncontrollably and gripping her bottom with both hands, managed to respond.
Julie stood there, teary-eyed and weak-kneed, until Rachel placed her hands on her shoulders and softly kissed her neck. Julie's eyes rolled back in her head and she gratefully wrapped her arms around Rachel, pulling them together. Rachel's hands slid from Julie's shoulders, down her back and then cupped her stinging buttocks giving them a gentle squeeze. Julie sighed and ground herself against Rachel's waist. Rachel pressed her lips to Julie's left ear.
"Put your clothes on. We're going out to dinner."
Surprised, Julie pulled away a bit.